So Tiresias’ Tits is a ridiculously over-the-top show based on an equally over-the-top French play from 1917 called Les Mamelles de Tiresias which was the origin of the word “surreal”. Our version has burlesque and dance numbers and clowning and singing and all kinds of spectacle.
Inside our heads it looks like this:

…and then we get down to the story. So there’s this white feminist named Therese and she lives in the up-and-coming neighborhood of Little Zanzibar with her husband, Mari, who is obsessed with bacon (kind of like most of the internet).

I, Social Media, hang out with them all the time like I do with everyone, and I like to “help” by encouraging Therese’s passive-aggressive vaguebooking as well as crashing just before Mari hits “Post” on his latest rant about them misspelling his name on his Starbucks order.

Anyway, so we enter this less-than-idyllic domestic scene, Therese is reaching her breaking point with the sheer injustice of being a woman married to a man. Through the power of complete frustration, her breasts turn into balloons and she sets them free to float away.

Out in Little Zanzibar, we meet local politicians Presto and Lacouf, who are as corrupt as they are inept. Their fast friendship, based in a healthy mutual contempt, is threatened by an ongoing argument about the shifting borders between Lacouf’s Paris Heights development and Presto’s Little Zanzibar power base.

Also, there’s this chick in Little Zanzibar named Apolla who works the street corners as a busker. She’s lived there all her life and knows pretty much everyone, except that these fucking hipsters and basic white people keep moving into the neighborhood and NONE of them tip well.

Mari gets a visit from a self-narrating old-school detective who’s stumbled across the mysterious double murder of Presto and Lacouf, and who, taken in by Mari’s feminine charms, decides to also investigate the theft of the stars that Mari’s father put in Mari’s eyes.

Tiresias shows up in the streets of Little Zanzibar where Apolla is chilling with some of the local women, and is all, I HAVE A PINK PUSSY HAT AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT. Apolla and her buddies are all,

Mari realizes that this NO MORE BABIES thing has dire consequences and decides that they will fill the void by spontaneously—and artisanally—having babies themself. 40,049 babies in one day, to be precise.

Mari is interviewed by an ambitious YouTube reporter who lures them into her dream of creating the ultimate reality TV show about how SUPER GREAT it is for men to give birth to thousands of children. Meanwhile every woman who’s ever had to beg for maternity leave is all,

You can enjoy the experience through me at @Eclectic.Mayhem on Instagram, on the Eclectic Mayhem Productions Facebook page, on Twitter as @EclecMayhemProd, or via any other internet shenanigans we’ll share over the course of Fringe, but nothing’s going to beat seeing these antics live and in person at the Lang – Atlas Performing Arts Center July 8th-22nd!

P.S. Don’t forget to vote for us for your favorite in the Audience Awards!